God had placed it upon my heart a few months ago that I was to make my witness of him known to the world. I slacked in that mission. A few months later I was celebrating Yehovah our Father’s holy day of Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles as outlined in Leviticus 23) and was impressed upon to share my testimony with those I was with. After doing so, a brother named Sam Schmutz asked me to write it down and send it to him. What I will post below is that letter I sent to him. May all the world know there is a God in Heaven, and he does have a Son who atoned for the fall of man! Move with faith, and come to know them. They are so much larger than any of the boxes we have put them in. Their love, glory, and redeeming power transcends all bounds of man made religions and established churches. Come to them and keep their word, and they will save you, no matter your denominational affiliation. Those who say that God will only save you if you are part of their church, do not know God, and they offend him greatly by their pride that they claim to offer salvation that he cannot give you without them. Come out of religion and have faith.
I’ve never recorded my experience in this way before to anyone. I recorded it in my journal upon awaking, but as I have pondered on what I have experienced, more understanding has come to me regarding what it was that happened. It is just as reading through visions in scripture and gaining more understanding as you do. The only difference of course is whether you saw that vision for yourself or not. But the principle is the same. I still do not think I fully grasp what happened to me, but I pray I will be guided to write this experience as clearly as I can. I have tried in the past the share this experience; whether in writing or speaking, but it never seems to relate well what happened to me. I will attempt however, to do my best in physical language to describe what happened spiritually. I claim no holiness of myself, only that which God has granted me despite my weakness. I have many thorns which humble me, for which I am ashamed. My prayer is that I will be forever free from the bondage of sin. You are free to share this with any who you feel would be benefited thereby. May the focus on this not be on me, but on the glory of God. I pray that I may both write by the Spirit, and that you and all who hear my witness, may be able to receive by the same Spirit. Shalom.
The Testimony of Andrew Seymore
“Verily, thus saith the Lord: It shall come to pass that every soul who forsaketh his sins and cometh unto me, and calleth on my name, and obeyeth my voice, and keepeth my commandments, shall see my face and know that I am;”(Doctrine and Covenants 93:1)
I, Andrew, was born of goodly Mormon parents, who taught me to fear the Lord and keep his commandments. Every day we said our family prayers and studied the scriptures. Every week we attended all of our church meetings; and my parents frequented the temple. Having this foundation, I knew what was right and what was wrong, as much as any good Mormon boy could.
Despite this, as a youth I rebelled against my parents and sought for happiness in riotous living. After many years and many sins, I awoke to a sense of my awful situation and turned to God for his everlasting mercies. Through his goodness, I lost all desire to sin. Up to this time, I never had experienced personally, something which I thought of as truly miraculous. I heard stories, but never had myself that I can at this time recall. I had however, received a witness from God by his Spirit of the authenticity of the Book of Mormon (which is the first time in my life I clearly recall receiving the Spirit), and had received a new heart (which things are truly miraculous). With these changes, I left in faith to be a missionary for God through the LDS (Mormon) Church. I went mainly for obedience’s sake, because it was what I was supposed to do, though I did feel great joy and honor in being called to the ministry.
My mission was all I could have hoped and dreamed for. I read the Book of Mormon for the first time by myself, finishing it about 2 months in. I again prayed to God, asking to know of its validity and expecting an answer as before of the burning in the bosom and enlightening of the mind. However, this time God spoke to me (which is the first time I clearly recall hearing the voice of God) and said,
“Why do you need to ask? You have already received your witness. You already know this to be true. You have always known this is true.”
It was in the same bedroom where I received that word from God, that I also received my first spiritual dream that I can recall. Satan, or one of his minions, appeared to me and attempted to possess me. They were trying to get inside me, and the force caused me to choke. Gasping for breath and trying to get away, I awoke in the middle of the night with a shout. I shook in bed, terrified of what new thing I had just experienced. While a youth, I did behold a demon with the naked eye, but that was while I was pursuing evil. I had welcomed it. Now I was pursuing righteousness, and again it made itself manifest to stop me. By the witness of the Spirit, I believe it to be one and the same demon. And I believe this demon (and others with it) have been my primary tempters and assaulters.
I have had contact with many demons many times, but I believe there is one primary demon who is over me. We have guardian angels, I have seen mine. But I believe we also have guardian demons. Though they seek not our welfare, but to guard us from righteousness and lead us down to hell. One appeared to me once (whom I believe is the same primary one), and told me his name was Samael, and that he sought my destruction.
While reading the war chapters in the Book of Alma, I read that the Zoramites (Nephite dissenters to the Lamanites) led the Lamanites because they knew the weaknesses of the Nephites, having once been their brothers. As I read this, the Spirit revealed to me that the demons assigned to tempt us, are those who knew us best in the pre-existence, and so know how to expose our weak places. This was the first time I recall a mystery (something not in the plain text but able to be revealed from the passage) being opened to me while reading the scriptures. I wept at the thought that someone who was once my friend, now hated me to destruction.
In this same room, I first blessed someone and they were miraculously healed by the power of God. Missionaries told me I had great faith, but I thought I was just doing what we were supposed to. I took the scriptures for what they said, and I believed the testimonies of the early saints. I believed that if they could experience such miracles, then why not us? I expected the miraculous; not because any vain glory in myself, but I reasoned that if I was truly doing the Lord’s work, as were they of old, then I ought to see signs following as well. And truly many signs followed.
The word was preached with boldness, repentance declared. Hearts were changed and the penitent baptized. More were healed and the devils raged. I also had my first experience of discerning the thoughts of another by the Spirit and telling them so, much to their shock. I also first cast out an evil spirit, beheld an angel of God, prophesied and saw it fulfilled, and had dreams given me of God. I spoke with power, and large and mighty men quaked before me. I had no fear of man, and never, no not once was I ever confounded by another. God’s Spirit was with me and with me he accomplished wonders. I must pause lest any reading may suppose me to be boasting in myself. But behold, I do not boast of myself for I am nothing. But in my God and his miracles will I boast all the day long! HALLELUJAH!!! Yehovah be praised for his goodness and power made known unto the children of men!
It was during this time, upon reading the scriptures, I realized that I ought to be literally seeking God’s face and expecting that when I was ready he would come to me. After my mission it was no different, except in my disappointment of the state of the Latter-Day Saints. I saw no search for Zion amongst the people. They had grown fat and idle; claiming a love of God and of the appearing of Christ the second time, but not living like they really believed it. I sought for Zion, but it appeared I was alone. This was at the end of the year 2015. I continued my search for God, sometimes being very zealous for truth, but at other times, slothful. The miracles were no longer frequent. The dreams came less often and less powerful.
After returning home from boot camp in July of 2016, I had within me a reborn desire to seek God more intensely than I ever had. This was due in large part to the expectation failure I had at my infantry training. I loved the training, but I realized that nearly every soldier I met was evil; the drill sergeants right there with them. I, coming from a patriotic family, always possessed an overly idealized image that those in the military were righteous people doing good. I learned however, that well over 90% (at least of those I met) had a love of sin. These were wicked men with a thirst for blood, and that spirit of blood lust wore on me. I returned recognizing the wickedness of my people, with a desire to root out all evil and separate the darkness from the light. I learned of secret combinations and changes to scripture and LDS history. I discovered that I was in the midst of Babylon and that Zion was nothing but a distant view. I wept many times for the wickedness of my people of the United States of America, and of the wickedness of the Mormons.
Then, on the 16th of December 2016, as I was reading and pondering the message of a book by Ogden Kraut, entitled, “Calling and Election”, I beheld a vision of eternal splendor. All I have written previous to this, is to give background and context for how I came to the point where I saw God. For me, it did not happen in a moment, but was a moment that happened as a result of years of seeking. Millennia are made in moments, but conversely, millennia are made of moments. And it is what we choose to do in each moment of every minute, that determines where we will be in the Millennium. God always grants us according to our desires. It is only our unbelief that holds us back from the true blessings of faith.
I found myself in a world of light, high above the earth. I was standing on a platform that appeared as the clearest crystal shining forth with the purest marble. I was on the edge of this high place, and could look below and see the clouds. Below that I presumed was the earth, but did not care to investigate as there was a world of glory before me. I looked around and beheld my family and others who were gathering to this and other high places (you could refer to this place as an exceedingly high mountain, higher than ever I had set foot on). We all knew that something was coming. I was expecting to see Jesus, and thought that was what everyone else was expecting too. I was helping others to come and gather with us, to escape the chaos of the world.
While I was thus engaged, I was wrapped in glory and taken before the great white throne of the Almighty King, Jesus the Christ, Yeshua haMeshiach. Oh blessed Jesus, savior and redeemer of my soul! He embraced me! And then sitting down, he stretched out his hands and allowed me to see the marks of his suffering for me. I handled them, and know. I wept at his feet. He then spoke to me and forgave me of my sins, and pronounced me clean and accepted of him. As I knelt before him, our souls became one. Every question I had ever had about the gospel, came to my mind. As soon as the initial thought of the question came to me, he immediately answered it. This was done through the sharing of the mind, not verbally. Verbal communication seemed to be far too slow a process for learning there. I don’t know how long I was there, but he taught me every answer to every question I had ever had! I possessed the understanding of an angel.
This sharing of souls was not just a communication of the mind, but of every sense, including senses we cannot now perceive in this mortal frame. Being in the presence of the Lord Jesus, there was a sharing of emotion with me as well as thoughts, so that I understood him perfectly, and he me. Nothing was hidden, for our souls were one. There was no skull for me to hide my thoughts in; all was exposed. In that spiritual realm, one can look on you and see as you are. It cannot be hid. My understanding was perfect; too perfect I suppose for a mortal as me to possess. Having thus prepared me, Christ then took me and presented me before the Father as one who he (Christ) claimed. Hearing this, the Father embraced me also. The Father’s glory was so bright I appeared to be gazing into a great white star. The skin of these most glorious beings, appeared to be of transparent glass with the whitest of fluorescent lights shining through from the inside. The very fibers of their hair and beards shown with glory and relayed intelligence. I could clearly see the Savior, despite his glory. Yet the Father I could not even discern clearly, so majestic his glory, so bright his personage. He truly is God above all gods, and King above all kings! He is the Most High God! There is none like him!
They showed me that their countenance was upon me, and mine in them. The Father then taught me deeper mysteries than Christ had explained, teaching me who I am in my relation to him. I then left with the Son who taught me more. I asked him, “What do you want me to do?” His reply,
“Proclaim peace and love, and seek to bring others into my presence as you have been.”
The love that flows from these beings is difficult to tell. I have never felt anything so powerfully, mercifully, un-condemningly, undeserved. It was the purity of his love that made me want to shrink, not his wrath. To feel such love and know I was so unworthy of it, that was what convicted me. But praises be to God and his Messiah, for they forgave my sin! My vision of Christ then closed, and I was back in the high place I had been before seeing him. He did not allow me to remember most of what he taught me, nor did he allow me to remember anything of what the Father taught me. I was simply allowed to remember that I was taught. It was knowledge too great I suppose for me to have at that time.
Immediately after leaving Christ, I was seized upon by darkness, sadness, loneliness; the very powers of hell. I could feel the image of Satan laughing in victory over me, but I saw him not, only the darkness of his presence. By the authority of the Son, I cast him out and peace returned. While still in this vision, on this high place, I went about to those who had gathered, those who were above the standard of the world, and tried to talk with them. I had supposed that all or many had seen as I had, but they did not. Some had visions, but few. It seemed that no one had seen as me.
I felt a profound love for all people that I had never before felt to that degree. I felt like nothing mattered anymore, except furthering the love of God and getting people to enter into his presence. When Christ had answered all of my questions, I realized that most of them were not as important as I had made them out to be. And many things I had deemed of lesser value, were actually the greater. If I am not filled with charity, and seeking to spread around God’s charity, then my preaching is vain and does not profit.
I gathered as many as would listen to my message. Many mocked at the idea of seeing God, and they did not understand his peace nor his love. Some gathered with me, but then they too mocked and departed from us. I left those people behind and paid them no heed, while still gathering those who would heed God’s call. I saw my parents afar off. They were gathering to see the Lord, but they were not a part of my group. Some I brought were not those I would have expected would have listened, but listen they did. Having gathered those who would believe, we left behind those who doubted, and rose to a higher place. Whether my parents also ascended from that lower place to the higher, I know not. Then, with those whose hearts I had won, we were all of us together, wrapped in the heavenly vision, and as one people we both saw and heard our Christ. Then in a moment, the vision entirely closed, and I found I was back to myself, lying on my bed. Whether this experience was in the body or out, I cannot tell. I did not behold with the physical, but all was spiritual. This account is true, recorded to the best of the memory which God has given me.
Upon awaking, I wept for my unworthiness, totally taken aback by what just happened. I had visions before, and I have had many after, but none have been so powerful as this. Immediately my heart turned to the words of Isaiah,
“I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up… Then said I, Woe is me! For I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, Yehovah of hosts.”(Isaiah 6:1,5)
It also must be stated, that I have committed much sin, both before and after this experience. I feel as Joseph and Paul and Nephi, for I have not lived worthy of what I have experienced. Oh wretched man that I am! Why do I sin when God has shown and given me so much!? But I will not rest on my sins, but forsake them. God is my strength; to him I will hold.
I give you the message I was told to give,
Live peaceably with all men and creation. Live a life of love towards God, your neighbor, and yourself. And seek God’s face. The scriptures are true. Always hold to the iron rod over the words of men. Do it in every case. By trusting God’s word more than mans, you will come to know him, and then when you see him, he will be familiar to you, and you to him. Then you will have his countenance, for he will smile his upon you; and when he appears, you will be like him, for you will see him as he is. If you wish to behold the hands of the Son of God, then your hands must be as his were. If you wish to hear his voice, yours must be as his was, full of grace and truth. I know that God lives. I have seen him, even the Eternal Father of Heaven and Earth. I know that the Son of God was crucified for the sins of the whole world; I am his witness. Fruits always follow faith. Yehovah be praised and may his kingdom come, Amen.